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Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Trouble is brewing on Hades. Strome
has a reputation for cruelty and when he tries to force a pair of innocent
young people into mating with him, winged Meredith goes to rescue them. Little
does he expect his life to change forever. He meets and rescues the mates he's
been searching for all his adult life.

Safely back on Prosper, he sets out
to win their love and make them forget their ill treatment at the hands of
Strome. However, a misunderstanding brings danger to his mates from an
unexpected quarter.

Will Meredith succeed in thwarting the
plans of a wicked woman determined to get her way? Will he rescue his mates
from a future of slavery, and can he convince them of his true feelings toward
them?

Background to the story

After I’d written Angel in Hell, based on an image sent to
me by a reader, another reader sent me this image of a bronze winged being and
inspired Meredith’s story. He was a significant minor character in the first
book, and I felt he deserved his own story.

STORY EXCERPT

There was a sharp knock on the door. Meredith happened to be
crossing the hallway, so he decided to answer the door himself. As he drew
nearer to it, he heard voices he recognised.

“Why have you dragged me here?” Oronsay asked.

“I told you why. We need his help,” Colonsay replied in a
petulant voice.

“He won’t want to go there. I told you that already.”

“He must. We need him to do this. There’s no one else who is
so perfect.”

Meredith listened indulgently for a while, and then he
opened the door. He suffered a pang as his gaze fell on Oronsay, such a
beautiful young man. There was a greater confidence in his air now, but he was
still under Colonsay’s thumb. She positively glowed, and as his gaze flowed
over her, he noticed the softly rounded belly and all was explained. These
babies would be Oronsay’s, so no wonder he was so protective.

“Well. What are you two doing here? Do come inside,”
Meredith suggested.

“Thank you,” Oronsay replied as he gave his arm to his mate
to help her into the house. Meredith smiled. He ushered them into the main room
and sent the servant, who was hovering in the hall to collect refreshment.
Until he returned, they chatted about indifferent topics. Meredith sensed that,
in spite of custom, Colonsay wouldn’t be able to keep the real reason for her
visit until they had taken wine, or fruit juice and cakes. He was correct. No
sooner had the servant deposited the tray on the small table and departed, than
she turned her small face to him.

“Lord Meredith, I’ve come to ask you for a favour.”

“What can I do for you, my dear?”

“My cousins are in trouble, on Hades,” she said.

“I see. What exactly is it that you need me to do?” A loud
knock fell upon the door. The servant went to open it. It was on Meredith’s
lips to tell him to say his master wasn’t available, when he recognised the
voice. Arielle came into the room and looked ruefully at his mates.

“What are you doing here, Colonsay? Why are you allowing her
to bother Meredith, Oronsay?” In the five years since he’d formed his triad and
taken his inheritance as the rightful ruler of Prosper, he’d grown in maturity
and assurance. The settled life suited him. He was very protective of his
mates, and justifiably proud of his achievements.

“What is it, my dear? Why can’t I help?” Arielle asked.

“Because you have formed your triad, and you are so
well-known on Hades. This has to be a man who has yet to do that,” Colonsay
said in a soft voice, holding out her hand to her lord, who took it, turned it,
and placed several kisses upon her wrist.

“You’d better explain it all to me, to us,” Arielle
suggested.

“First you must be seated and take some wine, while you do
that Colonsay can explain,” Meredith said.

“My cousins are in trouble on Hades,” Colonsay repeated for
Arielle’s benefit.

“How do you know that? Have you received word recently?”
Meredith asked.

“No. They can’t send word, but I know.”

“She’s talking about the rapport between females. She can’t
read minds, or any such thing, but she can sense when one of her close female
relatives is in distress,” Oronsay explained.

“Ah, I see, but why can’t you ask Arielle? Surely as your
mate he’s the one who should do this?” Meredith asked.

“Arielle has formed his triad, and so he can’t be the one to
go and rescue them,” Colonsay explained.

By this time Arielle had taken his wine, but declined the
proffered cakes.

“Vatersay has just come of age. Her mate, Berneray, has been
of age for two years and living in her family for three. They will both be well
trained by now, and, as they are both of age, there is pressure on them to
marry. I don’t know the details, but I do know she’s in danger. She’s
distressed, and we must do
something.”

Colonsay stood up and
started to pace about the room. Her delicate wings fluttered reflecting her
agitation. Oronsay and Arielle rose and the latter took them both in his arms,
bent his head, and folded his wings about them.

Meredith felt distinctly de
trop. The private moment didn’t last long, but when Arielle released his
mates, they both looked much more at ease. Meredith envied them this closeness
and support. He’d been thinking about forming his own triad, but he had no
candidates in mind, so he was open to the suggestion of going to Hades to seek
them. After all, Arielle had returned from his adventure there with two mates
who made him very happy. What do I have
to lose?

“You are forgetting Kaleen and his mate, Sheeva. It’s true
that since he was exiled to Hades, there’s been a lot more contact with that
island. I wouldn’t like to fall foul of him. I have too much to lose now,”
Arielle said. When he saw how agitated Colonsay became, he continued, “but if
you think it’s the only way, then go I will, my pet.”

“I can go alone,” Meredith offered.

“No, it has to do with my mate’s family, so I will go with
you. Besides, I’ve been there and I know a little about the customs. Oronsay,
you will remain here and guard Colonsay.”

“No! I have to go. Vatersay won’t know either of you. Your
size alone will scare her. I must go to reassure her. You don’t know our
customs well enough either, so you need someone to advise you. Oronsay can stay
here and take care of all those things you do when I’m not allowed to go with
you. If I’m not around for him to worry about, he will be better able to
concentrate on that.”

Arielle smiled.

“In your condition…” he began.

“Do not go down
that road, my Lord. I’m very well, and a sea voyage would do me the world of
good, according to the healers,” she countered.

Meredith held his breath. He’d needed to offer them a way
out, but he really hoped they wouldn’t take it. He watched as Vatersay nodded
to Berneray, and then Berneray stood up and came over to him. Vatersay took a
little longer, but she followed Berneray’s example. Meredith stood and held out
his arms. They wrapped theirs around him, and Meredith folded his great wings
around himself and his family. He breathed in the fragrance of the herbs in the
soap they’d used to bathe. They were aromatic and pleasing to the senses, but
mingled with the special scent that was theirs and theirs alone, the effect was
heady, and a little overwhelming. He felt the need to protect them, but also a
growing desire.

“Come and sit with me,” Meredith suggested. He sat on the
sofa, and they placed themselves on either side of him. He placed an arm around
each and was delighted that they responded at once, leaning into him and
snuggling into his embrace. Vatersay freed herself and knelt on the sofa. She
took his face between her small hands and gazed into his eyes. Meredith looked
back at her, warmth and desire in his eyes. She caught her breath, and then she
leaned in and kissed him tentatively.

He longed to seize her in his arms and crush her to him as
he possessed her mouth, but he restrained himself, with difficulty. He clasped
her gently in one arm. She ran her small tongue along the seam of his lips and
he opened for her, inviting her in. She flicked her tongue over his, and then
she dipped into his mouth. As he stroked her tongue with his, she moaned and
grasped his hair in her small fists. She pulled him closer to her. He accepted
the invitation and plundered her mouth. He kissed her long and deeply, until
she was panting and heated. He released her and turned to Berneray who knelt on
the sofa and offered his mouth to his lord. Vatersay snuggled close and licked
and nipped Meredith’s chest and neck as Meredith took possession of Berneray’s mouth.
The scent of the soap that they’d used was different on Berneray. The musk of
his arousal, and his hard cock pressing into Meredith as they kissed, enflamed
them both. Meredith’s dick began to grow uncomfortably hard.

He felt Vatersay slip out of his embrace and off the sofa.
Her hands relieved him of his loincloth. She took his cock in one hand and ran
her tongue over the engorged head, dipping into his slit with increasing
pressure as her other hand caressed his balls. His dick throbbed with a life of
its own. She licked and nibbled at the pulsing vein on the side of his cock. At
the same time, she kneaded and rolled his balls in his sac. She seemed to know
exactly when pressure became pain and avoided causing him discomfort.
Berneray’s arms were around Meredith’s neck and he kissed his lord long and
passionately. He rubbed his chest against Meredith’s and his hands stroked down
his neck to find his nipples. Meredith groaned as Berneray rolled and plucked
at the buds.

As Berneray kissed licked and nibbled his way to where his
hands played, Vatersay swirled her tongue around the head of Meredith’s dick,
paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. Berneray took one of
Meredith’s nipples into his mouth, pinching and flicking the other. Vatersay
sucked his cock deeply into her mouth, using her tongue to caress him, and then
she sucked in her cheeks, taking him deeper and driving him inexorably to the
edge. His hips began to move and she stilled, allowing him to fuck her mouth.
The pressure began to build, and he thrust deep in and out of her mouth until
he came. His hot seed shot into the back of her throat and she swallowed
obligingly. When he was done, she licked him clean, allowing his softening dick
to slip from between her lips.

Meredith lay back on the sofa, sated and almost humming in
contentment. When he had recovered sufficiently, he enfolded them in his arms
and wrapped his wings about them, enclosing them in a private world of their
own, again. The feeling of joy that possessed him, as well as the urge to
defend these two against any possible hurt or danger, surprised him by its
intensity. He could have remained there forever, but his mates needed him. He
released them, and led them to the large bed. He folded his wings and lay down
on his back. He held out his arms and was delighted at the speed with which
they both cuddled into his embrace. He sighed contentedly, and then he turned
to kiss Berneray again.

The man’s mouth, with its plump lips was just as delightful
to taste as Meredith had imagined. He couldn’t get enough of him. Meredith
surged into the kiss, dominating his man as Berneray lay back to receive him,
caressing Meredith’s arms and chest. Meredith loved the feel of Berneray’s
hands on him. He responded by gathering him into his arms. He lifted him off
the bed, so that Berneray’s more delicate wings didn’t have to bear the weight
of both their bodies. Berneray sucked on Meredith’s tongue, and then he used to
tip of his own to tease and incite. He moaned in pleasure when Meredith
responded. His cock was hot and hard against Meredith’s belly. Meredith
withdrew his tongue and Berneray followed, plunging into his lord’s mouth and
seizing the tip of his tongue in his teeth, flicking his own tongue back and
forth over the captive tip. Vatersay hopped off the bed and Meredith heard her
pad round the bed and get onto the bed behind Berneray. She nestled into his
back, and her small hands stroked Meredith’s arms. Her lips and tongue followed
as she nipped and licked her way to his hands. She sucked one thumb into her
mouth, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping. Meredith grew hard
once more as he remembered that hot little mouth on his cock. He broke off the
kiss and lay back panting. Vatersay looked at him, smiled, and then she climbed
over Berneray and lay on Meredith’s chest. She framed his face with her hands
as their gazes locked, and then she kissed him soundly. He wanted to fuck them
both so badly and right now. As he kissed Vatersay long and passionately, his
cock swelled until it seemed to have a mind of its own. He released

Vatersay’s mouth, as he lifted her off his chest, to position
her on her hands and knees on the bed.

When I began to think of the story I came up with the idea of a whole new
world. Two races of winged beings live on two islands. I chose the names of
Hades and Prospero. They are opposites and where Hades has barbarous customs,
Prospero is enlightened. After naming one island Hades, there was only one
possible title for the book.

2.Are
there going to be any more in this series?

I can’t
imagine there will be another, but I only expected to write one, so I’d better
not say there never will be one.

3.What
else is there in the pipeline?

I have a
short story in an anthology to be published by VINVATAR in the New Year. It’s a
re-issue of Life on the Edge with a
brilliant new cover.

4.What
of Prometheus in Chains?

I am
writing the next book in the series. As so many of the Doms seems to have entered
stable relationships it’s time to introduce a few new single Doms and a couple
of subs. That should make life interesting in the club.

5.What
of Flora McGregor?

I am
writing a second wolf shifter, this time it will start out as MM, but it’s a ménage.

Which one will
be first? Well that very much depends on the characters.

Author bio:

I live in
Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South
Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became
bored with just the domestic routine.

My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own,
and I wrote Initiation, book one in
the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important
part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable
one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was
setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I
have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors.
Writing has certainly changed my life.

I am very grateful for all the help and advice I have
received from everyone at Siren, especially my editor, and Christine for so
many beautiful covers. A special mention goes to Sage Marlowe for his
encouragement and for beta reading my books. I thank Master "K" for
his encouragement over the Kinbaku scenes. I am grateful to Lyn L. for beta
reading this book. I am also indebted to my many readers and friends on
Facebook, for their unfailing support and affection.

I would love to hear from you, and I always answer e-mails
or contacts on Facebook.

Thursday, 29 September 2016

Isabella Coburn, 50, left the nude modelling world years ago, but
Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a rubenesque, older woman to pose for him.
Determined to win her over, Gabriel does it the wrong way—he attempts
blackmail, then forces his attentions on her. It is only when she tries
to sneak into his property that she finally agrees. Isabella has had a secret since she was 19, a secret she has only
shared with one other person, who treated her like she had the plague
when she confessed it. Since then, she considers herself perverted,
sick, and tries to forget. Now she has met the one man who makes her
dark desires clamor to be free—desires that Gabriel is only too willing
to satisfy—and she is running scared. Can Gabriel convince her that she isn’t perverted? Will she finally
accept who she is, or will she continue to shun happiness the way she
has for all these years?

STORY EXCERPTGrimacing, Gabriel looked at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare ferociously at Ian.
“What do you mean, you haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out there who pose,” he growled.
“True, but you said you wanted an older woman, and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”
Furiously, Gabriel snarled loudly, “Well, find one!”
“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her
agency before, although I’ve never actually met her. She’s got
plus-sized models on her books, but I think they’re in their twenties
and thirties. Still, she said she might have, or might know, someone.”
“I don’t want someone young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian
the same thing over and over. “I told you I want someone in their
forties, or even older. I don’t care if she’s in her late sixties or
seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s lived.”
“Okay, okay. I get the picture!”
Gabriel threw down the paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his
easel, he tried to look critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s
unsuccessful search. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn
model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he turned his attention back to the
huge canvas in front of him.
A foreshortened figure of a gaunt, naked man, lying on his back with
his head toward the viewer, filled the painting. Even though the strokes
were broad and heavy, there was still a slight softness about the work
that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted face appeared as if the man
were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out, or maybe he was ill or
tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer immediately, and they
felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an uncomfortable piece, but
it certainly demanded attention.
There wasn’t much work left to do on it, and he really wanted to get
started on the female nude. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas
of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine.
Without turning, Gabriel said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”
“I will. For goodness’ sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.
Surprised at the exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back
and really looked at the man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw
with surprise that Ian looked very upset but was still trying to calm
Gabriel down. Ruefully, he realised at once Ian would be doing
everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request.
They’d been friends for so long, ever since Gabriel started making his
name in the art world. It was then he’d realised he’d need an agent and
found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with the three “As”—artists, actors, and
authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked to satisfy his clients. Now
Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I get caught up and…”
Ian sighed loudly.
“I know, Gabriel. Believe it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it,
I’ve seen you working for years, so I know a little of what goes on
inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to take the sting out of his
words. “Just when were you planning on starting the nude?”
Gabriel looked back at the vast painting.
“This…” He pointed to the canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to
touch up a few areas, so maybe next week. The client wants this ready
in three weeks, so I’m ahead of time. Anyway, I want to get plenty of
sketches down on the female nude so I can decide exactly on the pose and
size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know the pose.”
He hoped Ian could understand the frustration he felt. His mind was
filled with dozens of ideas, but until he had an actual woman in front
of him, he wouldn’t be able to decide. The pose would really depend on
the woman, how the play of light and shadows affected her body, even the
woman’s personality would play into his ideas.
“I’m meeting Erica Saturday night, a party with a few million people. Anyway hopefully she tells me she’s found someone.”
“Thanks, Ian.”
“If she doesn’t have a model, then there’s a good chance she’ll know an
agency that might be able to help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for
you.”
“Sorry I got angry. I know you’re doing your best.”
Gabriel reached out a hand to Ian as a peace offering.ADULT EXCERPT
“Bedroom.”
She almost staggered up the stairs and led him along until turning into
her bedroom. Making her stand still, he undid a few more buttons on her
dress and then untied one hand so he could remove it and her bra. Once
she was naked, he looked around the room. There was another scarf
hanging behind the door.
“Bend over.”
When she complied, he moved her until she could rest her head and
shoulders on the bed, then he tied one hand to her ankle with the shawl
then took the other scarf to do the same with the other side.
“Mmm, what a delightful view.”
Her wet, shiny cunt beckoned him as he forced her legs apart. Before
she could react, he slapped her arse hard. Her quick intake of breath
showed him it was exciting to her. With another slap to the other cheek,
she wriggled into it. Gabriel felt he could hit harder with the next
couple and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.
A ragged “more” was all she could manage.
Once her arse was nicely pinked from a dozen or so slaps, he bent forward and bit.
“Argh… yes!” she shouted out with pleasure.
Using his fingers he reached under and pinched her breasts while biting
down on her cheeks. She moaned, moving against his mouth, wanting more.
Gabriel was over the moon. To meet this beautiful woman who liked
things dark and hard like he did. He hoped she would let him show her
more.
“What’s the word to make me stop, Issie?” he whispered in her ear.
“Red,” she gasped.
Smacking her bottom a few more times, he knelt then worked his fingers
up and down her slit, spreading her hot juices between her clit and her
rosy arsehole. With one hand, he pinched her clit, while the other began
rubbing her rosette. He pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt while
his thumb kept teasing at the hard nub of her clit.
When he felt her press against his hand he pushed his thumb into her
arsehole. She gave a little groan of pain, but he didn’t stop as he
pushed it deep. Continuing to fuck her with his fingers, he kept moving
his thumb in and out. With his face against her arse cheek, he bit down
when he felt her muscles begin to contract.
Fucking her arse, her cunt and biting was all she needed. She screamed
loud, and he felt her orgasm pulsate through his fingers. It got him
hard again, so he withdrew his hands and pulled off his shoes, socks,
and pants. Rummaging in his pocket, he got another condom then tore off
his shirt. After rolling the condom on, he gave her arse another hard
smack then put his palm down on her back.
Roughly, he pushed his cock into her cunt. Pumping in and out, he put
one hand around her body so he could pull and press against her clit.
“Push against me, Issie, push hard.”
His cock felt so snug inside her. It felt like his dick was wrapped in a
tight, velvet glove as he felt her move back against him as he thrust
in. He slammed forward, his balls slapping against her skin. Soon they
were dancing together as he fucked that sexy cunt of hers.
“When you come I’m going to bite very hard,” he warned.
She grunted. He tweaked her clit and thrust in roughly and could feel
her begin to tighten her muscles as her climax grew near. As soon as he
felt it start, he bit down hard on one rosy cheek at the same time he
pressed her clit between his fingers.
Her screams echoed around the room. They echoed in Gabriel’s head. How
could he explain what it did to him? The sight of her writhing in
pleasure, her screams, they excited him. They took his own pleasure into
the stratosphere. The knowledge that it was the things he had done to
her that had her this way. More than just a huge ego-boost, it was
almost overpowering.
As he continued pumping in and out, Gabriel felt himself ready to
burst so he thrust in as deep and hard as he could, holding her against
his cock until he came. Her tight channel milked him dry as the last
reverberation of her orgasm began to fade.
Spent, he pulled out and quickly untied her, lifting her so she was
lying on the bed. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom, so he
used it and found a cloth to clean Isabella with.
She lay curled up on the bed and let him wash her. When he returned
from the bathroom the second time, he gathered her in his arms and
settled them in the bed, pulling the warm quilt over them both.
“Beautiful Issie,” he murmured. “You’re so wonderful.”

An Artist’s Kiss is book 4 in the Dark Desires series.

This series is about the secret cravings we have,
the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and
crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.

Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the
books can be read in any order.

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